Saturday, September 13, 2008


Grey is white


A subtle green

It simply matters not

To those

Sight unseen

(C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Maître d ‘

Slim Maître d ‘
Obnoxious chap indeed
A trifle rude that night
Someone kicked his cat perhaps
Astonishing blonde
Quite pleased with her rack
Hypnotizing rump
She flowed about the smoky room
As fog
Laced with cheap perfume
Fluid lies
Gushed with Midori
Trail of weak intentions
Sliced through neon sediment
Mental constipation
Can’t free my mind of all this shit
Awkward situation
Extreme hallucination
Feeling deepest truth
Yet protesting in silence
Red door
Freshly painted
Nomads find their way to knock
No desire to let them enter
Random thoughts persist
Moments of coherence
Loosely crafted poetry
Splashed about like stray urine
Yellow dots
Clammy tile freckles
No distinct metastasis
Simply a wry smile
So deft
At keeping threats at bay
Including my own ego
Languished composition book
Well worn keyboard
I could use some new bifocals

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Saturday, September 06, 2008


Tribes gathered
Hungry for uncluttered life
San Francisco sound
The Mecca
State of altered joy
Barefoot girls
Mystical gyration
Owsley’s purple trip
Scattered by the Diggers
Tuned in to Monterey
Sergeant Peppers Kingdom
Counter culture riot
Blown mind explosion
Psychedelic tap dance
Summer love
Bloomed in concert
The Airplane
Fed our hungry heads
Jimi Hendrix
Double dose
He rose to highest heights
The Dead
Language of the Hippie
Prince Morrison
High Priest Tim Leary
Educated euphoria
Watts acid test
Unwashed hair
Roach clip barrettes
The jams
Kicked out in defiance
No shelter
At Altamonte
Experiment in sensory freedom
Massive casualties
Flowers in their hair
Was in the air

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

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